I am ashamed of myself
For I am not
The proper looking bookshelf
Book – an aliquot
No I am the uneven part
That fits in all
But when divided I depart
And fit not at’all
Read me, read me
Inside out
Close me, seal me
Open – shout
For what you saw before
Is no longer here
What was is no more
Holograms appear
Generate an image new
Show another facets
Hue
So how can one see all I beget
All that I am
All I regret
Where is the diagram?
For my very inmost soul

03/31/2002

Posted on 03/31/2002
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